e.e cummings

said it,
said i carry  your heart, i carry it in my heart
and oh
my beautiful darling and
my most precious heartache,
i carry you with me,
as the moon shelters and draws
as the bird climbs and falters
as the soul travels, connects and travels again
i carry you
though you are not mine
though you walk alone
though freedom is your truest gift
i carry you
your existence is my truest gift